rule with the velvet tongue

it's only right that you should play the way you feel it but listen carefully to the SOUND of your loneliness. like a heartbeat drives you mad in the stillness of remembering what you h a d and what you LOST. thunder only happens when it's raining. players only love you when they're P L A Y I N G. say women they will come and they will GO. when the rain WASHES you clean, you'll know.

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michaela pulled back slightly, an almost inaudible scoff leaving her throat at the assertion- though, laurel wasn’t completely wrong, which is why she wouldn’t argue too much, “laurel, i didn’t- look, i wasn’t able to properly and fully express myself over that medium. i need to talk to you about it.” so, she led the way into laurel’s room herself, turning to face her once she was through the door, “i’m good with words. with conversation and making a good argument. and i sort of had words planned, but i also want to give you the opportunity to talk about what happened.” she was aware of just how much she was trying to run this conversation like a hearing. it was instinct. it’s how she knew how to take on problems. law was a language she spoke fluently- admitting feelings was not. michaela had many compelling arguments for why she and the other woman should be together, she only hoped that laurel could see her logic, “i know what i said sounded like a rejection.” she nodded once, “but it wasn’t. i promise you it wasn’t.” she felt incredibly vulnerable standing in front of the latina like this. michaela and laurel never acknowledged their tryst or the non-platonic tension that had existed between them since. they had moved from enemies to reluctant partners in crime to real friends- best friends, even. and now, michaela was willing to risk everything they had built- their friendship, their group, her own relationship with laurel’s son- to be with her. actually be with her. she could only hope that the other felt even a semblance of what she felt, that she desired something even remotely close to what michaela wanted with her. 

following wes’ passing, laurel had come to the conclusion she was one of the few people who couldn’t obtain pure and unadulterated happiness. unlike oliver and connor, she didn’t have the privilege of falling head over heels with someone and openly dating them, let alone marrying the person she was in love with. it wasn’t her choice. none of it ever was. unfortunately, everyone she’d gotten close to somehow ended up with a target on their back subsequent to their nearing expiration date. if she wasn’t careful, it wouldn’t be long before her father had done the same to michaela by sending xavier to do his bidding or one of the many henchmen on his lengthly and practically endless payroll. knowing the castillo patriarch, he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted by punishing his only daughter, as proven by his attempt to take her son away from her through the legal courts all the while painting her out to be an unfit mother. not to mention, laurel’s brother had been responsible for nate lahey senior’s death as a way to get back at annalise, due to laurel’s alliance with the older woman. taking into account all those factors, what was to stop him from getting back at her by hurting michaela? she couldn’t stomach the thought of her best friend’s life coming to a tragic end, all because she had been wrapped up in who and what she wanted: both answers being michaela. maybe it wasn’t the response she wanted or even deserved, but it was the response that would keep her safe and alive. “i can’t give you anything else apart from a casual hook-up, michaela. not after what happened to wes. i won’t be the reason for another death, least of all yours,” she divulged in a faint timbre, unable to meet the other female’s eyes as she spoke. 

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donna withheld the eye roll she had at the ready, deciding instead to keep with the concern she was trying to portray. she sighed, “jackie, it’s absolutely not that i couldn’t handle it! it’s just… sex is only good if you’re both sure and i wanted you to be sure. i don’t want this to be like steven and michael for you.” her voice was quiet. she felt exposed- not just physically, that much was obvious. donna had never been this real with the other woman and it scared her. but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. she set her hands on jackie’s hips, chewing at her bottom lip. this felt right. too right. and donna liked it far more than she’d ever care to admit out loud- at least, right now. this time she did roll her eyes, “stop it. i’m trying- listen, i just don’t want to be like every other asshole you’ve ever slept with. you can call it a feminism thing or a friend thing or whatever, but i don’t want you to feel the same way with me that you do with them. ever.” and, of course, she cared about her roommate a lot, but she figured jackie would only mock her if she let that slip, “if you want to call genuine care obsession then go right ahead, but that isn’t what’s happening right now.” she should’ve gotten up and put some clothes on, but there she stayed, jackie on top of her. her hands slid to the other’s thighs and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to let too much emotion pass over her features, “not everything is me trying to embarrass you or make you feel dumb. i just want this to be fun for the both of us. and, yeah, i want you to go down on me. and i’m not going to be ashamed of that.” she shrugged, still aching to be touched by the other but not wanting to have to say it again. 

for jackie, it was semi-difficult to give anything of what donna had to say to her any real merit. she didn’t appreciate how the other had diminished her past relationships and preassumed she’d been blindly used by her ex-boyfriends for their pleasure. no one used jackie burkhart, unless she gave them her permission and blessing to do so. contrary to donna’s assumptions, the latina didn’t mind laying back and allowing michael or steven to have their way with her; it was less work for her at the end of the day. not to mention, after a session of sex, either male would do anything and everything she wanted him to, no questions asked. with donna, on the other hand, she had yet to achieve that effect on the femme, either because donna had been too smart to ensnare herself in one of jackie’s traps or she had more self-respect for herself, unlike her two testosterone-driven boy toys. the uncertainty that came with not being the one who called the shots for once left her feeling raw and exposed; something she despised more than anything in the world. her wonted sexual prowess—apart from oral sex—and willingness to go along with whatever her male partners had in mind had granted her the power to manipulate those who fell onto her bed moments after the deed had been done. the list of her lovers hadn’t been scandalously extensive. though, by then, she would have already hooked up with more than half of the gang with the inclusion of donna. the only ones missing in that equation had been fez and eric; none of which were her type or presented any real initiative for her to entertain. forman’s ex-girlfriend had been another story. rather than acknowledging anything of what had been uttered, she feverishly pressed her lips on donna’s, pinning her down on the bed before straddling her hips. jackie didn’t want to talk anymore. what she wanted above all had been to show the other how much she craved her. “i want you, donna,” she confessed in a low octave, biting her lip, hard, as she took in the sight of the woman under her.

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DONNA: well then, i guess you should respect my decision then  DONNA: as long as you’re in a relationship, no orgasms from me 

JACKIE: fine, lumberjack JACKIE: it’s your loss anyway

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TAHANI: i really am sorry about that, eleanor  TAHANI: presumptuous means you are brazen and go beyond appropriate limits  TAHANI: so, chidi is not completely wrong 

ELEANOR: all i did was ask him if he wanted to make out ELEANOR: he should be so lucky 

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DONNA: i’m allowed to change my mind at any time  DONNA: that’s how consent works 

JACKIE: i know how consent works JACKIE: jesus, donna JACKIE: i’m not an idiot

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ELEANOR: operation soulmate aka get chidi to fall back in love with me is not going well ELEANOR: he called me presumptuous today ELEANOR: as if i even know what the fork that means

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DONNA: well good thing i’ve decided not to sleep with you until you’re single again  DONNA: have fun with hyde, jackie, hope he can figure out how to really get you off 

JACKIE: that didn’t stop you the first time or the second or the third

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DONNA: whatever, jackie  DONNA: bottom line is, i’m not making you a priority if you’re not making me one  DONNA: i have self-respect 

JACKIE: i don’t know what you want from me, donna JACKIE: i can’t just ditch my boyfriend to hook up with you JACKIE: at least not tonight

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DONNA: i’m not mad, i just don’t have time to always be on call for you  DONNA: i have a life outside of you 

JACKIE: boring

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DONNA: believe it or not, getting you off is not my first priority  DONNA: i probably won’t be home tomorrow night  DONNA: don’t wait up 

JACKIE: why are you mad at me, lumberjack?  JACKIE: i’ve done nothing to deserve this mistreatment

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DONNA: i have plans tomorrow  DONNA: sorry 

JACKIE: cancel your plans JACKIE: i’m better

[lovlae]

did u know that I love the color pink a lot

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DONNA: are you seriously trying to flirt with me right now?  DONNA: what are you getting at?  DONNA: i thought i wasn’t going to see you later anyway because you’re with hyde 

JACKIE: you can see me tomorrow JACKIE: i miss your mouth

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as soon as trixie had vacated the room, chloe turned her attention onto the demon, pursing her lips and crossing her arms, “what the hell are you doing here, maze? you can’t just break into my apartment- my apartment.” maze had lost the privilege to call it hers too when she had threatened chloe’s life. she kept her eyes on the other’s, she just couldn’t shake the weird sense of comfort she felt having maze near again. but that comfort was overshadowed by the anger and slight fear she felt toward her ex. the officer scoffed, “i tried talking, all that got me was a knife against my throat- you remember that, right?! the reason why you’re not supposed to be here?” and as tempting as the offer to frisk maze was- to touch her again- the blonde refrained, shaking her head, “no, just keep your hands where i can see them… and don’t come any closer.” maybe getting technical- professional- was the best way to handle this, chloe thought. she thought maybe it would keep her from falling right back into the demon, the past couple of weeks had been hard enough. but chloe knew that she couldn’t forget why she had to be apart from maze. 

for the most part, mazikeen prided herself on being someone who didn’t let herself need anyone. if anything, others were meant to rely on her instead, hence her title as lucifer’s right-hand woman and her assigned role as head torturer of hell. had she never met chloe, maybe she wouldn’t have been at a standstill between who she was meant to be and the person she’d become during her time on earth. the notion of allowing herself to feel intense emotions unrelated to anger and instant gratification had been foreign territory enough as it was, on top of forcing herself to commit somewhat kind gestures and whatever else humans usually did for their girlfriends and for their girlfriend’s progeny. admittedly, pulling a knife at the blonde’s throat while she’d been trying to work out their issues hadn’t been the most tactful or sensible way to address her frustrations and fears of losing chloe. still, she had enough time to process and analyze what went wrong with their exchange. swallowing as she kept her distance, she fix her gaze on her ex-girlfriend with genuine lament, unsure of what to say until she managed to force the words out. “i—i’m sorry.”

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“i wasn’t trying to be a hero. i just didn’t want to see you get hurt.” bruce murmured, removing her mask. she didn’t want to be someone else in that moment. she just wanted to be bruce. the person whose heart was still tightly in selina’s grasp all these years later. she couldn’t escape it- not that she had tried too hard to rid herself of her feelings for selina. consistently checking headlines, sending alfred to check up on her- none of that screamed ‘i’m trying to get over you.’ her feelings for the other woman were inevitable, undeniable. and, still, that was unfair to selina. if she used that now it would just be emotional manipulation. and that wouldn’t get bruce anywhere. her breath caught in her throat as selina spoke again, unable to fully hide her shock at the admittance- especially with her mask off, “no,” she whispered, “you didn’t need me. you deserve more than what i gave you. every time.” bruce longed to brush her fingers against selina’s as she moved closer. she longed for anything, any touch, no matter how small, but she refrained, trying to ignore the way her heart leapt into her throat being so close to her again, “fine? i couldn’t even learn how to do that.” she paused, swallowing, her eyes boring into the other’s, “i couldn’t even learn how to not need you.” and it was true. despite the distance, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting selina or from her need to know how she was. a life without even a semblance of selina was not a life bruce knew how to lead. 

“you should’ve tried harder,” she uttered in a low octave meant for the other femme, averting her eyes the moment bruce’s mask came off. for all bruce pretended, she had no idea how much selina had physically craved the other’s presence all those years. their past romance had been dismissed by many as two hormonal teenagers who hadn’t grasped the concept of love, only she knew it had been the complete opposite. unashamedly, she’d gone from bachelor to bachelor to bachelorette, purposefully garnering headlines outlining her name with the most notable socialites and billionaires who could’ve met bruce’s caliber but missed the mark by more than a margin. was it ridiculous of her to fixate on a pipe dream, one involving the female to coming back for her and taking her away from the banal reality she’d been living in? probably. in fact, it was a stupid thing to think about altogether, but she couldn’t shrug the thought of bruce off that easily or even partially, not when she’d been standing right in front of her, unmasked and emotionally bare. “i wanted you, bruce. you were all i ever wanted. why wasn’t that enough? you just left. no explanation. no goodbye,” she stressed, taking a deep breath to find some semblance of composure before finally looking at bruce in her eyes; an action she instantly regretted the moment she met her gaze. selina could feel herself bursting at the seams as she took in the sight of the woman who had utterly shattered her heart into a million tiny and irreparable pieces for the first time in five years. “i’m not doing this, bruce. i can’t go there with you. not again. i won’t,” selina affirmed, knowing fully well what she actually felt contradicted her previous objections.